Im A Quadrillionaire Novels & Stories

Later that night, while watching TV, the noble sons of the four major billionaire families in the country appeared on the television through a news station and Amanda’s children said that they looked like them, and Amanda laughed and didn't hesitate to make them dismiss such thoughts. "You have school tomorrow kids, time to sleep, good night," Amanda announced and kissed them one after the other and they rushed to their room. She smiled and continued watching the news. * Mabel sat on one of the luxurious couches in the Xi mansion eating fruit and enjoying her leisure. Mabel thought about Amanda and since she had already heard the news of her giving birth to quadruplets, she laughed, remember

I heard him hiss and I giggled. “You had better appreciate the kind of girl you’ve got. I tell you almost everything that happens at my place of work yet I know nothing about yours except that your former CEO was mean and that’s a paste tense” I told him. “Oh you are not aware that I am not a sole entrepreneur. Also, I have multiple side jobs which makes me financially stable and rich. I’m a billionaire” He boasted. “I know you are financially stable. I meant you don’t tell me about the daily activities at your work place like I do gist you about mine”

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

“You expect the Elliott's family to respect a nasty looking beggar just like that.” Mike felt insulted. “Now, you are throwing shades of insult at me.” Annabelle gnashed her teeth. The beggar was trying to disappoint her. “You are not doing this for free. I'll pay you.” Mike shrugged. “Fine. You can as well find someone else to play the role. You can pay some other dude to do this.” He made to walk away, but Annabelle said, “Two million dollars. I will pay you as high as two million dollars.” She shut her eyes. “No, I will double it. I will pay four million dollars.”

Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

They were a blurted, nervous, utterly unprofessional mess. "So," I squeaked, my voice betraying me entirely. "Do you, uh... lift? Like, a lot?" The moment the words left my mouth, I wanted to die. I wanted the mounted lion head to come to life and swallow me whole. Do you lift? I had just asked a billionaire CEO, one of the most powerful men in the world, if he worked out. That wouldn’t be an issue if he weren’t all muscle. It was obvious he worked out.

Their charm, elegance, and wealth were the embodiment of the extravagant lifestyle everyone in the room led. As the night progressed after an anniversary speech and appreciation, laughter echoed throughout the ballroom as it mingled with the melody of song played, the clicking of champagne flutes, and the preparations for Francis Sinclair, to introduce the heir to his trillion-dollar corporation before everyone since it was not known by anyone, who will take over as he had no family. There was anticipation in the air as everyone continued their hushed talks, waiting patiently in their hearts to know the person who would take over the trillion-dollar fortune of the Sinclairs. Plans on how to

Shawna wonders aloud. I shrug. “Her family is the twelfth richest in the world, Shawna. It’s not a big deal.” Iyanu wears those titles of hers too much—hottest girl, and heir to the wealthiest family. It’s at times like this that I feel the urge to brag subtly despite myself. “Plus, it’s not like I’m bragging about the fact that my maternal lineage are made of lucrative marionettes, and my paternal lineage owned one of the most lucrative businesses,” I spurt out with confidence, “nor am I bragging that I’m the first daughter of the number one most wealthy living person in the world, and I have a share in the number one biggest company ever known.”

“Why are the quadruplets live on TV?” “What?” Killian grabbed his phone and noticed it was on airplane mode. He turned it off, and within seconds, notifications started exploding across his screen. Articles. Mentions. Headlines. Special Guests – The Grafton Quadruplets Headline: “CEO’S CHILDREN CONFIRM SECRET MARRIAGE?!” And then he saw a video of the quadruplets. What are these four devils up to? He hit play. “Good morning everyone, and welcome back to Good Day Harbor. Today, we are here with the Grafton quadruplets, who will be joining us in today's live interview.”